Lee Chung arrived at Chui's apartment unannounced at eight in the morning, his driver waiting in the car below, his face already dark with anger before he even stepped through the door; he had his own key, had insisted on having access to every property connected to the family, and he used it now without knocking, bursting into the apartment like a storm.

Chui was still standing in the kitchen, Susan's letter in his hand, his mind reeling from what he had just read, when his father stormed in; ...